MTL - My Wife is a Beautiful CEO-Chapter 1 [mutton skewers]
Chapter 001 [mutton skewers] (free in this chapter)
In the Western District Farmers Market in Zhonghai City, the pedestrian vehicles in the city are in a hurry to shuttle in the evening. The ground of the vegetable leaf sloping flow, all kinds of paint fading signs, and occasionally several monotonous neon lights have already flashed. The workers who came home, the children who came out of school, the old people who bought vegetables, and the passers-by who were all kinds of dusty servants, seemed to be more and more dull under the gray sky.
Perhaps in such an international metropolis, such a block is like the most defiled stain in people's minds, only hope that it never appears.
There is a low wall near the crossroads, but there is a person who is leisurely doing things that are not very glorious to others.
This is a young man selling kebabs, wearing a white vest, the body is full of oil and black, the bottom is a brown big pants, stepping on the double blue plastic slippers.
Young people's hair is a bit messy, but a slightly old-fashioned handsome face is still well-rounded. If you look closely, there is a taste of a man. Unfortunately, no matter what the appearance, the girls who walked on the street would not look at him more, because he was just selling kebabs.
The young people put a few skewers of freshly baked meat skewers aside. The weather is hot and roasting is easy, but it is difficult to sell them. Although the two cents are quite cheap, they earned a dozen dollars after a whole day. Just enough to eat two meals.
However, the young man's face is not much frustrated, but with a silky satisfaction and a leisurely expression, sitting on a small bench behind him, watching the busy and anxious picture in front of the scene, such a scene, as if it is the most beautiful scenery .
"Old Li, the money promised in the first two days should be handed over!" A roar of a male duck neck appeared abruptly.
There were three boys who looked dissatisfied with the twenty, dressed up in the air, with their hair erected, silver metal chains hanging on them, jeans dug a few holes, one face was a little thin, and the mouth was still Carrying a cigarette.
Lao Li is a hawker selling fried foods, just next to the young people. Similarly, there is no business on a hot day, and he is sitting and worrying.
"This..." Lao Li bitterly, "My little master, you have to bear more points, take advantage of the hot days, how can I pay without business?"
"I said Lao Li, don't give your face a shameless face. If there isn't our peak brother covering you here, you have already been demolished." A younger brother who followed was intimidating and flattering.
The little gangster who was called Feng Ge looked very proud. He patted the little man who was flattering and rushed to Lao Li. "Today, this protection fee, you give it, don't give it, I have to get the money, otherwise, You are now smashing your booth!" After that, he took a bunch of ham sausages from his own body and smashed two smashes, and the remaining half was thrown to the ground.
Lao Li was unable to do anything, and he was holding a small stack of banknotes in his pocket. He planned to use it so much. It was the money for his wife to see a doctor and buy medicine. How can he bear this kind of "filial piety"? ?
"I will help him." The young man who sold the kebabs suddenly came over and took out a few dry bills from his trouser pocket. The total amount would not exceed one hundred, and he would not go salty. He said: "That's it. Lao Li is too old and eager to use money. You also accumulate yin."
The little punk squinted and smiled. He reached out and handed over the few banknotes to the younger brother behind him. "Yang Chen, you have to wear bad people, your own protection fee has not been paid yet!"
Yang Chen frowned, and he felt these little guys in his heart. He was not good at reading at a young age. Why should he be a gangster, but he is not their father. He is not good at saying anything, and he is not willing to provoke any right and wrong. He said: Tomorrow, pay tomorrow."
"Well, I am not a person who is unreasonable. Everyone cooperates well. I protect your business. You give me money. It’s just right... I will come back tomorrow." After that, the little punks swayed with two classes. The small vendors in other places have gone.
Lao Li had already seen the red at the moment, and looked at Yang Chen with some bitterness. "Xiao Yang, why are you suffering? You help me to pay for those doglegs. I still have a good time in my heart..."
"Old Li, don't say this, when I first came here, I was unfamiliar with life. If it weren't for you, I haven't talked to a friend who hasn't talked yet. You are my benefactor, when I repay you."
"You guys... say what's good about you..." Lao Li seems to know that Yang Chen can only sigh silently.
Yang Chen didn't smile with a smile. He smiled very lightly, but it was very real. He was not affected by the blackmail just now. "Yes, how is your wife's illness?"
Lao Li’s eyes are full of gratitude. “Thanks to you, I borrowed my money to do surgery for my wife. Now I just need to check and check, and I can take some medicine.”
"Oh, that's good, I wish her a little recovery." Yang Chen nodded with satisfaction.
Lao Li smiled bitterly. "Xiao Yang, if you borrow my money, I will pay you back. If I am still dead, I will let my daughter return to you... Hey, if it is not because of me, your ten thousand yuan. Money can definitely open a good storefront, which is used to sell kebabs, but also by those little punks."
Yang Chen snorted. "I really like this day. It is also good to sell kebabs. It is simple and can mix a few meals."
"I said you..." Lao Li said with a bit of depression: "Xiao Yang, you are twenty-three or four years old, young people are young, you are not going to college, you are not trying to climb up, you Now even my girlfriend doesn't have it. Is it going to sell kebabs so often? You are not in a hurry, I am worried."
Seeing the truth of Lao Li’s true feelings for himself*, Yang Chen unconsciously showed a bit of bitterness in his mouth, and he was not in a hurry, but he did not think about it.
After the night fell, Yang Chen packed up the stall and pushed the single-wheeled car back to the dilapidated apartment he rented.
This is a small building that does not know how many years. The rent for each month only needs one hundred. It is so cheap because no one lives. Yang Chen is not worried about the collapse of the house like other people. Seeing that it is very cheap, I lived in.
Yang Chen's house is very simple, almost all of the second-hand goods, beds, cabinets, chairs, and a TV set that only CCTV can watch.
After pushing the stalls into his own small room, Yang Chen looked at the wall calendar on the wall and counted the next day. After suddenly thinking about something, he immediately ran into the toilet.
Within five minutes, I took a cold shower, and Yang Chen, who was in the body, walked out of the bathroom. His skin was healthy and gray, and the lines were well-proportioned. Each muscle was not very conspicuous, but when you look closely, you can feel a kind of hidden. Masculine beauty.
Going to the big wood cabinet by the bed, Yang Chen grabbed the wet hair and looked at the messy clothes inside. After picking a few pieces, he finally put on a beige shirt and put on a strip. Lightweight linen pants, on the feet, still the plastic slippers.
After leaving the door, Yang Chen went all the way to the most prosperous commercial street in the West, which was also the only street in the ruined West District, known as the “Bar Street”.
The nightlife of the feasting green is full of flowers, green skirts, and a variety of perfumes. As soon as you enter the bar street, the urban atmosphere will swept.
Yang Chen was not as brave as other young people, or sneaked into the thigh of the white flower on the street, but went straight to the door of a bar called "ROSE".
The bar's neon signs are not very dazzling, only the medium-sized bars show a bit of awkward atmosphere, and the colorful rose-like lights are dotted on the billboards.
After entering the bar, Yang Chen walked along the side to the bar counter and sat down against the corner.
"Chen brother, you are coming." The young bartender wearing a black suit vest saw Yang Chen, showing a warm smile and giving a glass of water. "Wei Wei sister has been waiting for you for a long time."
Yang Chenchong smiled and took a sip of water in his glass. "The sorcerer is not angry. I am a little late at home, so it is late."
"Not angry, not angry", Xiao Zhao Yuan's face, a few acne seems to be laughing, screaming to Yang Chen said: "Chen brother, have time to teach me, what means do you use even the Rose sister can soak? I want to know that the men who are interested in the bosses in Zhonghai City can go to the seaport from the Western District. For so many years, I have never seen the boss wife so much about a man. But now, just ask if you have come, I asked me no more than five times today..."
"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have as many things as you think about Rose Sister..." Yang Chen reluctantly replied.
Xiao Zhao’s expression of “killing me doesn’t believe”, followed by another sigh, “Hey... Chen Ge, really, you’re so cold and cool. It’s home. You can soak up the national color of the boss’s wife, which one? Men can't be sticky every day. It's also you, so rare to come, let the beauty wait for you. If you can't get it, it's the best, it's also suitable for women. ..."
Just as Xiao Zhao’s sensational sensation was arrogant, a charming and majestic voice came from behind him. “Xiao Zhao, can you tell me if your salary can be deducted several times?”
Xiao Zhao seems to be passing through the body by the current, suddenly stupid, once passed away, immediately flashed aside, continue to pretend to seriously adjust the wine, as if nothing has happened, but his cold sweat on his forehead indicates the timidity of his heart. .
A modern and full-bodied cheongsam, vaguely from the open to the thigh roots, the feminine and sexy, full-bodied chest and slim waist, with the lingering look like a porcelain face, shoulder straps with a few pale purple show Hair, is such a young woman like a painting, the money went to Yang Chen.
Yang Chen’s eyes are smiling, and the woman is looking at it without hesitation. Sincerely, “Sister Wei, you are so beautiful, I wish you a happy birthday.”
